Imprints [Dominant Wolves, Submissive Mates 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Natalie Acres

  Kissing his way across her chest, Frank dipped his fingers inside her pussy, leisurely twirling them right inside her folds. At the same time, Jock kissed a path to her ear, nicking at the soft texture of her lobe before releasing a heavy breath into the heart of her ear.

  Their attentive touches turned her into an aggressive woman, a woman who could not wait, a lover who wouldn’t be happy until she experienced the most intimate claiming.

  “Please help me,” she whispered.

  “How can we help you?” Jock asked, placing gentle pecks upon her lips.

  “Love me,” she pleaded. “Just love me.”

  As if she’d uttered the only words they’d needed to hear, they rose over her together. Jock was at her left. Frank took his position at the right.

  Reaching for their cocks, she massaged their lengths. Pulling and tugging their long, erect shapes, she watched their eyes fill with lust as their engorged penises swelled in her hands.

  Thoughts of forbidden passion crept into her mind. Frank and Jock looked at one another as if they had been delving in her head, spending too much time trying to read her mind.

  “It’s not forbidden,” Jock assured her, leaning forward and smothering her lips with another mind-blowing kiss.

  As their tongues twirled, Jock took the lead. Lowering his penis to her opening, he dragged the tip through her folds in a deliberate attempt to tease her.

  Frank’s heavily hooded eyes outlined the darkness. She sensed his wild nature and carnal desires.

  Her chest rose and fell as she anticipated the first penetration. Widening her hips, she took a deep breath and said, “I’m ready.”

  The men didn’t share a glance or discuss her claiming. Instead, Jock gripped Frank’s shoulder for balance and they dipped their hips, entering her with one hard dual thrust.

  “Easy,” Jock bit out, his face twisting as they stroked her.

  “Maybe I’m too tight,” she whined, trying to adjust to their weight as thick wedges of male flesh pushed inside her, filling her.

  “That’s it, sweet woman,” Frank crooned, his face flushed as he shimmied his hips.

  Forced to emulate Frank’s pace, Jock’s cock bore into her as well, pulsing inside her with even beats. They each compromised at the appropriate moments, adjusting the speed in which they took her or the depth in which they claimed her, but each time they entered her was more enjoyable than the last.

  Their loving turned ravenous within a matter of seconds. Her pussy liquefied as she clenched around their hardness. Her body quivered with every mind-blowing thrust.

  “Oh my,” she crooned, her head tossing and turning. “So good.”

  Uttering more than one or two words was a chore as the men thrummed inside her, staking their claim and making her their own. And as they came together, chanting their pleasures and screaming her name, Carla was completely transformed.

  Shuddering as her release washed over her, she cried out their names, too. Her pussy stretched to accommodate them, wrapping around them as if to hold them in place not just for the moment but for as long as they would let her keep them close, deeply buried inside her.

  She climbed to new heights then, and reached another earth-moving climax. Her orgasm rocked through her and she not only imagined their lives together, but she saw clips of the forthcoming days.

  It was then when she realized she had just enjoyed the first of many intimate dances with her wolves.

  Chapter Ten

  Grant pitched a fit. He’d been watching the cabin for the better part of the night and somehow he’d dozed off when Jock and Frank had led Carla away from the barn. By the time her front door slammed and the hard thud resounded, he was wide awake and mad as hell.

  He’d thought about ambushing them. Then, he’d convinced himself Jock would eventually come to his senses. Now, he was locked out again, forced to wait until morning.

  Turning his head from left to right, he searched the area for any sign of Frank’s pack. He chastised himself for being paranoid and that came with a reminder. No one had been a better flank to a shifter.

  In his man form, Jock had depended upon him. He’d turned to him for advice, relied upon him for companionship when they’d traveled across country. And now, here he was—an outsider looking in and for what purpose?

  The answer was clear. Frank and Carla had brainwashed his pack master and friend. There was no other explanation.

  If he hadn’t been so roostered up when Jock had shared his good news, Grant would’ve explained the laws of the pack. He would’ve forced Jock to listen to logic.

  No pack master Alpha had ever imprinted on two mates and it wasn’t possible for any mate to be imprinted upon by two wolves, particularly two Alphas from opposing packs!

  Carla had spent so much time polishing the pearl, she’d developed a wicked sense of entitlement. She must’ve thought that pussy was golden and she deserved two Alphas.

  Well, he would sure set her straight.

  This sort of thing didn’t happen in Wyoming. Hell, this sort of pirooting didn’t occur among the humans.

  Didn’t Frank and Jock realize if they were caught in the same bed together they’d face reprimand? The marshal might just take a potshot and kill them both. A lawman wouldn’t give a damn if a woman was tucked in between them and occupying the middle!

  For the love of God! What were they thinking anyway? Had they lost their blasted minds?

  They could not have sexual relations with the same woman and take her to their bed as their mate. They could not. There was no way one of the wolves could imprint and then another could come along and do the same!

  “Unless,” he muttered aloud. “Why of course! That’s it! One of them had lied!”

  He prayed it was Jock.

  Maybe by the time the sun came up, his old friend would have his better senses again. Perhaps he would see Carla for what she was—a painted cat.

  “For sure,” he muttered, recalling the waxing experiment he’d seen her try in the privacy of her own home.

  Well, it wasn’t exactly private since he was spying on her, but her theatrics hadn’t been open to the public. He’d stayed for the main event, too. Three weeks to the day. Yep, siree. He’d watched her drizzle hot wax all over her body and shove that long rock up her vagina and scream out like a stuck pig.

  He’d observed every last second. He’d seen it all. And he was as hard now as he had been then.

  Taking a weighted breath, he fell back in the high grass and decided to sleep off the rest of his bug juice. In a few hours he’d meet with Jock and he didn’t want Jock to see him all boogered up again.

  Besides, he planned to hand down an ultimatum and mean it. Either Jock and Frank shared Carla with him or he was taking Jock’s pack. Then, he’d go after Frank’s.

  He snickered as he contemplated the outcome of the forthcoming shindig. He could almost hear Jock and Frank now.

  “And just where did you take a notion like that?”

  Taken by surprise, Grant scurried to his feet. “What are you doin’ out here?”

  Chapter Eleven

  “Don’t tell me. You have extra-special gifts to go along with that double stuffin’ you received a little while ago?”

  “You can’t ruffle my feathers, Grant,” she told him, crossing her arms over her breasts.

  In the distance, a loud howl resounded. At first she dismissed the faintly familiar tone, but soon the vocal release gained momentum as it seemingly summoned other wolves around them.

  Grant acted nervous then. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and studied her with a fierce gaze.

  “What are you doing here, Grant?”

  “I’ve come to negotiate.”

  “Negotiate with me or Jock?”

  “You might have a pearl or two in this deal,” he said, gaping at her breasts then dipping his head to stare at the lower half of her nightdress.

  Certain Grant could see through the transparent material, e
ven in the moonlight, Carla clasped her hands in front of her waist, using her palms to cover the apex between her legs. “What do you want, Grant? If you’re looking for booze, you’re out of luck. I don’t keep the devil’s drink around here.”

  A pack of barking beasts moved closer and closer as she spoke with more awareness. In a few minutes, Jock and Frank would stir. They’d come looking for her and they wouldn’t wander far.

  “Why were you hiding behind my outhouse?”

  “Why were you in bed with two men at the same time?”

  “You have a fondness for beds,” she said, forcing a smile and pushing aside thoughts of Frank and Jock taking her in the loft. “Don’t ’cha?”

  Grant cleared his throat. He shoved his shoulders back as if a team of wild horses had attached a rig to his broad form and forced him to an upright position. “You can’t have two imprints.”

  “I do,” she said confidently.

  In her periphery, she caught sight of three wolves on the hillside. They approached as if they were ready to pounce on their prey and for a minute, she felt a chilling sense of danger.

  Recognizing the body language of the small wolf out front, she immediately knew who and what the approaching wolves represented. They were her protection. Like Jock and Frank had explained, she was under the pack’s care now.

  “Call them off,” Grant said, waving his hand off to the side.

  “I can’t do that.”

  “Is that so?” Grant stroked his chin. “Maybe you can’t stop them because you don’t have Frank’s imprint.”

  “You don’t believe me and I don’t care.”

  “No demonstration to convince me you’re the Alpha female of this pack?”

  “I’m not a shifter.”

  “But if you’ve been imprinted upon, they can’t touch you! Now call them off!”

  “I asked you a question. What do you want, Grant?”

  From the other side of the field, another three wolves appeared. The moon showcased their picture perfect silhouettes. Ears were pricked. Heads were tilted toward the sky. They were aligned in a staggered pattern, perhaps a defensive stance to let her know they were waiting to attack on her order.

  A sudden sense of belonging enveloped her as she stood taller and prouder. Frank’s pack was her pack now. Soon, Jock’s friends would join them, too, and they would represent one of the strongest packs in the West.

  “You can stand with us or against us,” she said.

  “Where have I heard that before?”

  “It’s a simple choice, Grant. There’s no reason for you to make this difficult.”

  “What if I want to be invited to play in your loft?”

  “It won’t happen.”

  “Because you love them?”

  She carefully considered how she best wanted to answer his question. Without much hesitation, she said, “Jock and Frank are my mates and I will do everything in my power to honor them.”

  Tilting her head sideways, she studied the grey wolf closing the distance between them. She heard a deep rumble, a throaty expression of discontent.

  “Call them off!” Grant screamed, obviously nervous.

  “If you aren’t planning to side with Jock, why did you come back here?”

  The grey wolf was now behind her, pawing at the ground in frustration as if she were the only obstacle standing in his way. He wanted to pounce upon Grant. She could sense his angst, his desire to test their strengths through the barring and gnashing of teeth. She could almost hear Grant’s bones crunching and his agonized cries.

  “Go back to your den, Grant.” She glanced over her shoulder, acknowledging her protector with a tilt of her head. “You’ll be safe there until Jock returns for some of his belongings.”

  She couldn’t help but feel as if she were in some sort of dream, making demands and expecting those around her to uphold her commands. Around her, the other wolves took a few steps back, whimpering their disappointment. The grey wolf remained steadfast in his stance. He was undoubtedly the beta accustomed to running at Frank’s flank.

  “I won’t leave here until I speak with Jock. I have a proposal I want him to consider.”

  “You won’t see Jock until morning,” she said with finality, walking away.

  Before she contemplated his next move, Grant phased in midair. By the time his paws hit the ground, he was completely surrounded and all she’d seen had been a multitude of dark flashes as her pack—Frank’s wolves—came forward to defend her and honor their commitment to their pack master.

  Frank’s pack was in position to strike. Her wolves were prepared to fight.

  Stepping between them without any fear, she approached Grant, keeping a slight advantage by gauging their distance. She ignored the snapping of his sharp teeth, unafraid with her army of furry creatures backing her.

  “I feel sorry for you, Grant. You’re holding on to someone who has already chosen a different path in life. You have options and they’ve been explained to you. Either you side with us and join a growing pack or you stand alone. It’s that’s simple.”

  His eyes seemed to say, “What about me?”

  “Given your current disposition, the best advice I can give you is to tell you to run. We’ll give you a head start. Go back to your den and wait for further instructions. While you’re there, you need to come to a decision. I don’t know about Jock, but Frank doesn’t give second chances.”

  She clucked and snapped her fingers, calling off her pack. The grey wolf looked as if he rolled his eyes, but he followed her back to the cabin. Once there, he bowed his head in a submissive gesture, apparently expecting praise for his duty.

  Tempted to thank him, Carla turned and made eye contact. She thought about rewards and how she could best express her appreciation. Then, she decided against an outward show of thanks.

  The animal had acted on behalf of Frank in Frank’s absence. He was undoubtedly the beta wolf and near the top of the pack in terms of leadership.

  As the Alpha female she needed her pack’s respect, particularly since she was at a disadvantage. She was human. They were shifters.

  She wouldn’t show weakness even in times of gratitude. Her pack had served their Alphas well. That alone was reward enough.

  Chapter Twelve

  She awoke a few hours later with their hands roaming over her arms and legs in rapid succession. Jock pulled her body over his, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples with firm, long fingers.

  Arching her neck, she reveled in the excitement as he kissed the shell of her ear. His ragged breaths fell against her skin as he tilted her head to her shoulder and pressed his lips against hers.

  Jock’s tongue then traveled inside the depths of her mouth, swirling around and around. He pressed his manhood against her buttocks and moaned into their kiss. “Good morning, beautiful.”

  Frank worked his fingers into her tired muscles. “Good morning, love.”

  “It’s early,” she whispered, weaving her fingers through Jock’s long locks.

  “I’ve been out for a run.” Frank’s hair was wet. Several silken hairs stuck to his face. “I’ve already enjoyed a nice, cool bath.”

  “And you’ve been here all alone,” Jock whispered. “And you didn’t even miss us.”

  Frank spread her legs and pressed his fingers against her opening, staring down on her as if he were mesmerized by the way her body responded.

  “Hmm,” she rasped, forcing her hips forward. When her back bowed, Jock bracketed his arm around her waist, rubbing his thumb over her extended nipple.

  “Where’d you go early this morning?” Frank asked, lifting his head and withdrawing his fingers.

  “I was out,” she whispered, closing her eyes and fantasizing about the upcoming lovemaking, the exciting relations she’d enjoy with her two mates.

  “Where were you?” Jock asked, pinching her nipple.

  “Ow!” Shards of pleasure blasted through her body and she quivered under the weight of
his arm.

  “Tell us,” Frank said, slapping her mound.

  Her body responded to the sizzling stimulation. Her nipples were tender. The sensitive beads throbbed as she longed for their mouths or tongues to soothe her.

  “We had company last night,” she said, uninterested in discussing Grant at that moment.

  “Who?” Frank twisted the engorged pearl between her legs.

  She whimpered aloud as a bolt of pain shot through her pelvic region and left her with tears in her eyes. “Do that again.”

  A look of surprise stamped its place upon Frank’s face. “Your pain tolerance never ceases to amaze me.”

  “Why do you love the pain?” Jock asked, squeezing her breasts as the head of his penis parted her bottom.

  “It always leads to pleasure,” she whispered, staring at Frank’s lips and yearning for his kiss.

  “You didn’t tell me why you were out early this morning,” Frank reminded her, swatting her womanly knoll once more.

  “Ouch!” she screamed, writhing under the hard slap. “Grant. It was Grant. He was here.”

  “Early this morning?” Jock asked, stilling underneath her.

  “Damn it. Do we have to do this right now?”

  Jock snarled.

  Frank seemed to weigh good versus evil then. Ultimately, he must’ve reached a quick decision and decided upon postponing pleasure for business. Yanking her arm forward, he pulled her away from Jock, who tossed a couple of small feather-filled pillows behind his neck. Drawing his knees up, he separated his long legs and looked perfectly relaxed even when her gaze held at his sac.

  Moistening her lips, she stared at the large man occupying the majority of her mattress space. He cocked his head and watched her, watching him.

  With a smirk on his face, he pumped his penis with a strong yank, pulling the hard flesh in and out of his hand. “We’ll give you what you need if you tell us about Grant.”

  “Will you give me what I want before you go after him?”

  A harsh growl filled the room. She stole away with a quick glance from Frank and realized she had pushed too hard when she’d tried to bargain with him.